Literature is a great staff, but a very sorry crutch.
True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven.
Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?
If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors.
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.
I like a highland friend who will stand by me not only when I am in the right, but when I am a little in the wrong.